America's Big Hero

An unreasonable storm of bullets began to shoot around the lobby.

What followed was a shrill scream.

As soon as the six heavily armed gangsters jumped out, they began to shoot wildly, but the guns were controlled extremely steadily.

Kill anyone you see!

After a shuttle of bullets was fired, there was no living person in the hall except for the dead and blood.

After cleaning the lobby, the two rushed to the elevator, the two rushed to the stairs, one stepped back to guard, and the other jumped into the car again, controlling the car to directly block the hotel entrance.

Weld dead, no one fucking run away!

The gunshots downstairs naturally alarmed the people on the street, and those nearby immediately called the police and stayed away.

The operation is extremely skilled, after all, it is Free America.

Some people even stretched their necks after finding a cover. Who wouldn't love to watch the excitement?

The mafia people upstairs naturally also heard the gunshots, and the three leaders were dumbfounded, no, is this Sean crazy?

Dare to come! ?

At this moment, they didn't notice whether the people came too fast.

But don't be afraid!

There are many of us.

A large number of people moved into action, and soon the stairs began to confront each other.

Two AKs stick to port B, throwing a grenade on it from time to time, perfect!

On the other side, the two directly started to destroy the elevator, and they couldn't spare a moment.

After blocking the gate, he bowed and squeezed to the back. When he got off the car, he carried the M134 six-barreled Gatling, installed the bracket, and connected the ammunition box. Everything was in order.

Soon, the three leaders upstairs received the message that a car rushed in just now, and from the size of the car, it can be estimated that there are not many people sent by Sean.

This is not Ah San, Americans can't do magic tricks...

70 people vs. 7 people, the advantage is mine!

police?

What police!

What kind of police do you need for the underground forces?

Just shove them over, fuck 'em, and avenge Bart!

"Duck! "

The gunshots at port B became more and more intense. Fortunately, there were grenades as a deterrent.

Fortunately, the task of destroying the elevator has been completed at this time, and the two came to support.

On the other side, the M134 completed the erection, leaving one man with one shot to guard Port A, and the driver also turned around and rushed to Port B.

The five-member team completed the assembly, counterattacked, and started!

'whoosh'

'whoosh'

One person and one grenade, and five people threw them into the corridor at intervals of one second.

After the first two coins were cleared and handed over to the stairs, the five rushed up quickly, "嗖", "嗖", "嗖" and there were three more.

Amidst the explosions of "Boom", "Boom", and "Boom", the team rushed to the stairs on the second floor in just five seconds.

I saw the last person in the team reach out and pull on the backpack, and a spliced ​​bulletproof blanket was propped up.

This is a backpack type developed on the basis of the original suitcase type bulletproof blanket, which is specially used for street fighting.

Nodding, the four people in front let go of a passage, and finally this person took a deep breath and rushed up.

At the last moment when he rushed up, his back was facing the corridor, his feet were on the horse, and his hands were holding the bullet-proof blanket that bounced off to prop it up.

(If you are interested, you can search for the black suitcase in the hand of the bodyguard next to Vladimir Riding Bear. That is a suitcase-style bulletproof blanket)

"Bang" "bang" "bang" intensive gunshots sounded, and the heavy blows hit the bulletproof blanket.

It's just that apart from feeling the impact, it doesn't feel much.

This thing can't be pierced by a machine gun, not even a small pistol.

With such a barrier appearing, two 'professionals' stepped forward, with the muzzle sticking out from the head of the brother who served as the barrier.

“Da da da da da”

After a frenzied shooting, several people were killed on the spot, and other mafia members shrank into the rooms on both sides in fright.

Advance!

This is the bad thing about the hotel. There are too many rooms every time, and it is very laborious to clean.

Exchanging fire, advancing, blasting open doors, checking...

Suddenly, a door opened, and a grenade was thrown over.

"Hidden!" The professional team roared, and all four of them hid behind the 'fortress'.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the huge sound of the shock wave exploding all over the body echoed in the corridor.

Forcibly shaking his head, he suppressed the discomfort for the first time and raised his gun to prepare to fight back.

Fortunately, everyone has been prepared, not only wearing a helmet, but also specially installing noise-canceling headphones.

Otherwise, if you don't get killed by the bomb, you will definitely be dizzy from the shock.

There was a firefight upstairs, and the downstairs was not idle. The police hadn't arrived yet, and they were in no hurry to seal off Exit A. The professional team members who stayed behind began to take out pieces of khaki-colored things and started pasting them all over the first floor.

Especially load bearing columns.

This time I brought a total of a few hundred catties, and I guarantee that the task will be successfully completed!

……

On the other hand, the police immediately dispatched a large number of police forces after receiving the alarm.

In broad daylight, the sound of firefights was too intense, and the first wave of policemen was few, so they only dared to do evacuation after they arrived.

Just listening to the sounds of firefights emanating from the hotel is terrifying.

There was a "boom" explosion, and the glass in a room was blown away, and glass shards flew all over the sky.

Is this a fucking war? !

The police could still hear the explosion of the grenade.

There were more and more police cars, the road was blocked, hundreds of police officers arrived, and the command at the scene finally had confidence.

The police naturally knew whose property this was, and who lived here.

As long as you don't commit crimes, everyone still has this tacit understanding.

"Are they all in there?" One asked in a low voice.

"Yes."

"Hundreds of people, why can't you beat them?"

"Ghost knows, but the terrain of the hotel is complicated, and it's useless if there are too many people. It can't be used. There can only be so many people in a firefight."

"That's right."

This side is whispering, and the front is already shouting.

It's the same old way.

Sitting in the living room, Jonas was smoking a cigar and watching with interest. The media's reaction speed was never slower than the police.

After all, all major media are embedded in the police intercom signal frequency band 24 hours a day.

Information sharing!

Make money, don't break the law...

"You didn't dispatch a few people, did you? The police have arrived. How are you going to deal with it?" Cyril frowned. According to the current situation, the attack plan has completely failed, and there is no room for recovery.

But the problem is, it is impossible for Jonas to be unprepared. Since he dared to come alone and acted so leisurely, he naturally has his confidence.

If you have the confidence, you must kill all the Irish.

So, what is the problem?

What is there to rely on?

It depends on...

Suddenly a muzzle protruded from the gap between the car and the gate.

In front of the door, the pupils of the policeman huddled behind the car and yelled through the loudspeaker shrank sharply, and he almost fell into the sky.

Shaking his hands, he threw the loudspeaker out. He turned around, fell down, rolled over, and hid directly behind the tire hub.

"Thumbs up..."

It was so dense that intermittent gunshots could not be heard at all, and the police car at the main entrance flew into pieces as if it had been violently demolished.

One second, two seconds, or three seconds.

The policeman who didn't react just stared blankly with his mouth wide open.

The police car that was fine just now has been smashed into scrap iron by the metal storm coming from the pavement!

What kind of car will be turned into scrap iron if it is output by the six-pipe Gatling face-to-face for two or three seconds.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, the policeman who had just hid behind the car got up and ran away without saying a word.

The police car was already useless, and the gasoline flowing from the fuel tank had already stained him.

The car could explode anytime!

Sure enough, when he ran out more than ten meters and just dodged behind a car, the sound of a "boom" explosion came from the direction just now.

"M134!!"

The policemen who finally reacted squatted down to avoid it.

Who in Los Angeles doesn't know Gatlin.

M134 stole the show with Stallone.

The gangsters have six Gatlings guarding the goal, how the hell are they rushing?

What to use?

Can this thing be resisted by flesh and blood?

With Gatling, who can say that the other party does not have RPG?

The police are completely dumbfounded!

How to do?

"Fake!" The police officer in charge of the on-site command at the back cursed.

It's just a merger of the mafia, why don't you play it so big!

Crazy!

Looking at each other in dismay, what is the situation now, I understand everything I know, and I don’t understand what I don’t understand, so don’t ask, the interests are too involved...

It's Sean's men and the Irish Mafia that are fighting here.

Neither side is a good person.

It's just that the mafia has "coexisted" with the police for decades, and they have a tacit understanding with each other, but this does not mean that the police will do their best for the mafia.

The only thing they didn't expect was that Sean was so ruthless, he had arranged for someone to block the entrance in advance, and he used this fucking weapon.

madman! !

Sean:? ? ?

This is really not designed by Sean. Sean is responsible for how to escape, this is his specialty.